UPDATE
Boy the Germans sure love numbers! They’re everywhere.
Snow White’s transmission is…Teil NR. 113 270 09 07.
Underneath is Aggreagal NR. 00001638.
Stamped in the rubber of the driver’s carpet is 113 68407 30.
There is a stamping on the air filter housing half the length of pi.
Numbers inside the fuel filter housing and if I’m not mistaken, a signature as well.
Decals on the glass alert me to the fact I actually own a Mercedes-Benz.
What a relief! I was beginning to think I’d bought a Saab.
But she sure is cute.
The battery is on the floor of the garage. The plate underneath is in fine shape. A few sunflower shells, but I found those in the air cleaner housing as well. No mouse carcasses to go with the food, so I’m winning.
Air filter itself is brand new and unmolested. Well it’s at least 8 years old, but the car hasn’t exactly been driven.
Fuel filter also brand new. Mercedes original. Lots of numbers.
The gas in the filter housing smelled way better than the guck in the tank. Stuff in the fuel filter smelled like, well, gasoline. Although brand new, the fuel filter is going to the dump. New one on order as I type.
The wheels on the car, though all of the same size, do not match. Some have numbers. Some have lots of numbers. Two are painted black. The spare is also black. Two are silver. I guess I got hosed.
I had a moment of uncertainty. I sort of thought when you put an automatic transmission in Park that the rear wheels weren’t supposed to move. I thought this was the point of Park.
Snow White’s moved, by hand.
It must be catastrophic transmission failure.
However, when I crawled under earlier to get the numbers off the transmission plate, I noticed the shift fork wasn’t exactly connected to the shift rod. What used to connect these two parts was now disintegrating into flakes of dust. I suspect these are bushings, perhaps teflon? If these things were once rubber they sure aren’t now. Anyhow, I appear closer to a couple of cheap bushings than I was to a total transmission rebuild a couple of hours ago. This looks like a Mercedes purchase of bushings though. I doubt they sell them at Wal Mart.
When I moved the shift fork (by hand), and placed it over the shift rod, I could no longer move the rear wheels. I had achieved Park.
Buoyed by all this good fortune, I went for the gusto. Snow White has been soaking a month since I bought her. So I stuck a 22 mm box end wrench on the power steering pulley and gave it a tug.
The engine turned over without a single bind.
I turned her through several revolutions.
Plugs out, not too cold, nothing there.
She spins.
Now I still have not attempted to start her. Don’t know the status of the fuel pump, the injector pump, the points and plugs and what not.
But I am thousands of dollars ahead in money, and months ahead in time to simply be where I am today.
I bought a shell of a car. A really nice, solid shell. I knew I could make her live again, given time.
I suppose in the back of my mind I thought I might be buying a car.
But really what I bought was four flat tires and a bunch of sunflower shells.
This is what I bid on.
Supposed to be plus four come the weekend. If so it is the great fluid change. Drain the rad and the block and flush it all out. Out with the oil. Drain the transmission. All of this is done cold. Not the way you want to do it, but the only way I can do it. New fluids, new battery, drain plug in the tank, fresh gas, turn the key and away we go.
My twenty bucks says she fires right up.